TELETEMOS

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Torpid tongues full lap Lethe lake,
Which brandishes silver strings fate
Shorn and evening. The rememory

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Table weeping. Tilt round room
Shadows spin. —Don’t I know you?
If ever anyone I did.

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Telamachus lusted lungrily, leeching
Lechers told. Watered his bronze
Touch.

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Torn rip river parts wet worry
Tower rising, and the Abyss
Abates. She weet and gnashed

Teeth.
Therefore
There were
Two, at the beginning.
Tomorrow, perhaps? Or next
Tonth?
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Originally published in Cult. Magazine

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Z.D. Jones is a writer and poet studying at the University of Chicago. They are originally from Des Plaines, Illinois, and have work in Cult. Magazine and forthcoming in Michigan City Review of Books.